Marie Provost did not look her best The day the cops bust into her lonely nest in the cheap hotel up on Hollywood west July 29
She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks The neighbors said they never heard a squeak While hungry eyes that could not speak said even little doggies have got to eat
chorus: She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner She never meant that much to me Whoa oh poor Marie
Marie Provost was a movie queen mysterious angel of the silent screen And run like the wind the nation's young men steamed When Marie crossed the silent screen
Whoa she came out west from New York but when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope The public said Marie take a walk All the way back to New York
-repeat chorus-
Those quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak It's all downhill once you've passed your peak Marie got ready for that last big sleep
The cops came in and they looked around Throwin' up everywhere over what they found The handiwork of Marie's little dachshund That hungry little dachshund
-repeat chorus-
poor Marie
the real story - http://www.flapperjane.com/July%20August/fallen_star.htm
Into the valley
Betrothed and divine
Realisations no virtue
But who can define
Why soldiers go marching
Those masses a line
This disease is catching
From victory to stone
Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky
Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier
Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured
Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die
Out of concealment
Blank and stark eyed
Why so uncertain
This culture deceives
Prophesised, brainwashed
Tomorrow's demise
All systems failing
The placards unroll
Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky
Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier
Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured
Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die
Time for the audit
The gathering trial
A collector's dilemma
Repositioned and filed
All this talk of getting old
Is getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
And I know you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
But I know I'm on a losing streak
As I pass down by your street
And if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
Just like you say
If you leave my life, I'm better off dead
All this talk of getting old
Is getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
The drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
And like you said,
If you leave my life, I'm better off dead
But if you wanna show, just let me know
And now I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But now I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Never coming down, Never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Never coming down, never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
As I recently mentioned it's sometimes hard to keep our spirits up at the game. The despair felt in watching Charlton lose yet again is brought clearly to life in this melancholy ditty by Nick Drake (RIP). Superb, if, as I say, a little on the sad side. If you don't know it, please find it and give it a listen. Mr Golightly and I have it on our his 'n' hers IPods:
A black eyed dog he called at my door The black eyed dog he called for more A black eyed dog he knew my name A black eyed dog he knew my name A black eyed dog A black eyed dog.
I’m growing old and I wanna go home I’m growiing old and I don’t wanna know I’m growing old and I wanna go home.
A black eyed dog he called at my door A black eyed dog he called for more.
Henry, if we're talking classic Billy Bragg lyrics I have to mention "How can you lie there and think of England, when you don't even know who's in the team?"
take heed, coz I'm a lyrical poet
miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
my town, that created all the bass sound
enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
cos my styles like a chemical spill
rhymes that you can vision and feel
conducted and formed
this is a hell of a concept
we make it hype and you want to step (with this)
shay plays on the fade,
slice it like a ninja
cut like a razor blade (so fast)
other DJ's say, "Damn"
if my rhyme was a drug
i'd sell it by the gram
keep my composure when it's time to get loose
magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice.....
if there was a problem yo I'll solve it, check out my hook whilst the dj revolves it......
[cite]Posted By: aliwibble[/cite]Henry, if we're talking classic Billy Bragg lyrics I have to mention "How can you lie there and think of England, when you don't even know who's in the team?"
That's a good 'un
I also like
"Gilbert and George are taking the piss aren’t they? Gilbert and George are taking the piss. What could be more British than here’s a picture of my bum?"
Comments
Have now put on Hejira?
Anticipate need for anti depressants in about 30 minutes
Bit too jazzy for me. Blue is better and so depressing. I love it.
Neil Young is good for some miserable times as well.
Where's here? I thought he did a few London dates recently.
Told my girlfriend I'd gotta forget her
Rather buy me a new carbureter...
The emotion just pours from lyrics like that.
Another Nick Lowe Classic
MARIE PROVOST
Marie Provost did not look her best
The day the cops bust into her lonely nest
in the cheap hotel up on Hollywood west
July 29
She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks
The neighbors said they never heard a squeak
While hungry eyes that could not speak
said even little doggies have got to eat
chorus:
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
Whoa oh poor Marie
Marie Provost was a movie queen
mysterious angel of the silent screen
And run like the wind the nation's young men steamed
When Marie crossed the silent screen
Whoa she came out west from New York
but when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope
The public said Marie take a walk
All the way back to New York
-repeat chorus-
Those quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep
As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak
It's all downhill once you've passed your peak
Marie got ready for that last big sleep
The cops came in and they looked around
Throwin' up everywhere over what they found
The handiwork of Marie's little dachshund
That hungry little dachshund
-repeat chorus-
poor Marie
the real story - http://www.flapperjane.com/July%20August/fallen_star.htm
Betrothed and divine
Realisations no virtue
But who can define
Why soldiers go marching
Those masses a line
This disease is catching
From victory to stone
Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky
Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier
Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured
Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die
Out of concealment
Blank and stark eyed
Why so uncertain
This culture deceives
Prophesised, brainwashed
Tomorrow's demise
All systems failing
The placards unroll
Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, sea and sky
Ahoy! Ahoy! Boy, man and soldier
Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured
Ahoy! Ahoy! Long may they die
Time for the audit
The gathering trial
A collector's dilemma
Repositioned and filed
All this talk of getting old
Is getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
And I know you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
But I know I'm on a losing streak
As I pass down by your street
And if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
Just like you say
If you leave my life, I'm better off dead
All this talk of getting old
Is getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
The drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
And like you said,
If you leave my life, I'm better off dead
But if you wanna show, just let me know
And now I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But now I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Never coming down, Never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Never coming down, never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
A black eyed dog he called at my door
The black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog
A black eyed dog.
I’m growing old and I wanna go home
I’m growiing old and I don’t wanna know
I’m growing old and I wanna go home.
A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more.
Push pineapple
Shake the tree
Shabbaaa!
miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
my town, that created all the bass sound
enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
cos my styles like a chemical spill
rhymes that you can vision and feel
conducted and formed
this is a hell of a concept
we make it hype and you want to step (with this)
shay plays on the fade,
slice it like a ninja
cut like a razor blade (so fast)
other DJ's say, "Damn"
if my rhyme was a drug
i'd sell it by the gram
keep my composure when it's time to get loose
magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice.....
if there was a problem yo I'll solve it, check out my hook whilst the dj revolves it......
That's a good 'un
I also like
"Gilbert and George are taking the piss aren’t they? Gilbert and George are taking the piss. What could be more British than here’s a picture of my bum?"
Its still a load of bollox....
Henrys taste in music and lyrics is well.................weird
Joni Mitchell.......slash my wrists kinda music[/quote]
[quote][cite]Posted By: Imissthepeanutman[/cite][quote][cite]Posted By: AFKA Bartram[/cite]sounds a load of bollox to me.... :-)[/quote]
Its still a load of bollox....
Henrys taste in music and lyrics is well.................weird
Joni Mitchell.......slash my wrists kinda music[/quote]
Nothing wrong with the lovely Joni mate